Sticks & Stones

Ty nodded, meeting Burns’ eyes apprehensively. “Dad told you?” he asked.



“He did. You did well, son,” Burns told him sincerely. “You made us both proud.” Ty merely nodded again, swallowing hard and turning away. “He told me what he said to you up there,” Burns told him unflinchingly.



Ty froze, his fingers gripping the handle of the door until his knuckles turned white. He turned slightly, his head still bowed. He looked as if he might want to say something, but Burns realized with an ache deep in his chest that Ty wasn’t capable of speaking as he tried to regain control of his emotions. Ty and Deuce were the sons he’d never had, and it pained him to see one of them struggling like this.



“You’re no coward, Beaumont, and your daddy knows that better than anyone,” Burns told him softly. Ty bowed his head and closed his eyes. Burns fought the impulse to pull him into a hug.



“Sticks and stones, sir,” Ty finally managed to respond. He raised his head again, nodding at Burns. While he looked resigned, he actually smiled before turning and leaving the office. “But words will never hurt me,” he recited in a singsong voice as he walked away.



Burns stood in the office door, watching him go with a small smile. Ty was truly a resilient man. He enjoyed life too much to let anything get him down for long.



Burns remembered suddenly that he hadn’t told Ty about the reassignment he had for them. Ty would be ecstatic to hear that Zane Garrett was already settling into a new Baltimore apartment and that the Gummi worms he’d hidden in his old desk in the Baltimore field office had been located and cleared out in anticipation of his return.



“Grady,” Burns called, gesturing for Ty to come back. He smiled widely, causing Ty to raise an eyebrow warily as he stopped in the doorway that led out of the front office. “I almost forgot. I have some good news,” he said, gesturing him to return and slapping him on the back as he directed him to sit back down.



STACKING another empty box off to the side of the couch, Zane looked around at his progress. Not that he had all that much to unpack—he’d gotten rid of more stuff over the past few years than he’d acquired. So it was mostly books, not knickknacks or pictures. It wasn’t cozy or decorated, but it was home now.



His new apartment in Baltimore was a ground level walk-up with a back door, which he liked. He always liked back doors. There was enough room out on the back porch for a small grill too, and he thought he might enjoy doing something that mundane for a change.



Zane hummed slightly and slid the last of the books onto the shelf, and his fingers lingered on the volume of Edgar Allen Poe stories before he headed to the kitchen for a drink.



A knock at the front door stopped him. Frowning, Zane turned to look at the door before glancing at his gun where it lay on the table with his wallet. A look at the clock confirmed it was the middle of the afternoon. He’d hate to pull a gun on somebody welcoming him to the neighborhood, so he went to the door without the weapon and pulled it open.



Ty stood on the top step, his head cocked slightly and a small smile on his lips. “Nice neighborhood,” he offered.



“Hey,” Zane said in surprise. He hadn’t seen Ty in almost two weeks, though they’d talked on the phone a few times. He’d missed seeing Ty, more than he thought he should.



Ty merely gave him a smug smile. “Can I come in?” he asked.



“Of course,” Zane said, stepping back and leading the way into the apartment. It wasn’t a big one. A decent-sized front room with a couch, coffee table, and TV was separated from the kitchen by a bar, and a doorway to the right opened to a small hallway that was just big enough for four more doors: two bedrooms, a bathroom, and a closet. A washer and dryer were in a closet by the back door. It was more than he needed.



Ty looked around the living room as he walked into the apartment. He slid his hand into his jeans and shrugged uncomfortably as he turned and faced Zane again, giving him an uncharacteristically nervous smile.



“How are you feeling?” Zane asked, looking him up and down. Despite the slight show of nerves, Ty looked pretty good, actually: clean-shaven, color back, not so worn out, mostly relaxed, though not totally. The only time Zane had seen Ty totally relaxed was after he fucked him into the mattress. It had been a while.



“Better,” Ty answered with a nod. “No longer dying,” he added with a small smirk. The quirk to his lips fell, though, and he raised his chin slightly as he looked at Zane. “I need to talk to you,” he stated, his voice calm, but his posture screaming he was dreading the coming conversation, whatever it was about. Zane wondered if Ty realized how much he showed his partner through his expressions and body language. He suspected not.



The apprehension was catching, apparently, because Zane felt it tighten around his chest. “Well. Sounds like a reason for a smoke break,” he said, gesturing to the door at the far side of the kitchen. Ty nodded, not even offering a disapproving word about the cigarettes. He followed Zane out, glancing around at the bits and pieces Zane had unpacked as they went.



Zane stopped outside the screen door and picked up the pack he’d left sitting out on the railing. He shook it, sliding the lighter out, and lit up as Ty joined him. He looked over his partner’s face, trying to see some sort of clue about what he had to say.



Ty was looking out over the backyard, his lips pressed into a thin line, his eyes worried. He looked around and then sat down on the top step with a heavy sigh. “I had some time to do some thinking,” he said after a moment of silence.



“Deuce kept Mara distracted, hmm?” Zane tapped ash off into an ashtray he’d left on the wooden porch railing.



“The shovel did, actually,” Ty answered as he looked up at Zane and smiled fondly. Zane grinned and chuckled as he watched the smile light up Ty’s eyes. It got him in the gut, and he took another drag off the cigarette to combat the feeling. Now wasn’t the time. Ty continued to look up at him, watching him hesitantly as if trying to gauge his mood. Finally, he dropped his eyes. “I know what I’m about to say probably isn’t what you want to hear, and I’m sorry. But I need to say it, regardless,” he said apologetically.



Sighing softly, Zane sat heavily beside his partner. It didn’t sound good, what Ty was hinting at. They sat side-by-side silently for a moment, Zane still with his cigarette, both hesitant to continue the conversation.



Finally, Ty cleared his throat. “I don’t know how else to say it, Zane, so I’ll just come out with it,” he said quickly as he raised his head and looked at Zane with a stubborn set to his jaw. “Despite the desk work and the near-death experiences and the bullshit in the mountains….” He took a deep breath and blew it out heavily. “The last couple months have been some good ones, and it’s solely because of you,” he told Zane slowly.



Zane raised one brow, surprised. But before he could think of anything to say, Ty shook his head.



“I like being able to wake up to you. I like knowing you’ll be there if I need you,” he continued, obviously uncomfortable with what he was saying but refusing to be deterred now that he’d begun. “I like being with you, Zane. And I’d like to keep that up now that you’re here,” he admitted shakily. He met Zane’s eyes determinedly. “I want you.”



Stunned, Zane found that all he could do was sit there. Despite how they’d gotten closer, some things were just unspoken; he wouldn’t have imagined hearing this sort of thing from Ty again. The last time had been when they were reunited in DC—more than two months ago—and that had been during a seriously emotional outburst on both their parts. That certainly wasn’t common. And the slow but steady drift apart afterward had made that memory, that warmth and knowledge, fade. But here Ty was, saying it again.



As for himself, he’d said as much to Deuce up on that mountain. He’d wanted Ty since the first time Ty had met his eyes evenly and given him a soft smile. When Zane allowed himself to think about it, he had to admit that he was a hell of a sucker for the man. The realization had hit him right between the eyes before he left West Virginia. But he tried not to think about it—tried not to think about more—because it was far too close to feelings that terrified him, deeper feelings he knew could cause so much pain when things went bad. Deuce had been right. Feeling too much was what Zane was afraid of. But wanting….



Ty nodded at Zane’s silence, light color spreading across his cheekbones as he looked down again. “I just wanted you to know,” he said quietly.



He stood up and reached out to affectionately pet Zane on the head as he walked by, heading back into the apartment. Zane reached out to grab his wrist and he stood. His gut clenched with delight. Hell, there had never been any question that he wanted Ty. Surely Ty knew that without Zane having to say it.



“I’m on board with that,” he declared.



Ty blinked at him, his fingers curling around Zane’s hand as Zane held his wrist tightly. “Really?” he asked in honest surprise.



Zane smiled warmly. “Really. I want you here, with me,” he assured him. “I’m glad you’re home,” he added softly.



Ty actually managed to blush further, and he swatted at Zane’s head as he backed away. Zane grinned as he reached out and caught Ty again around the waist.



“Rumor has it we’re being put back into fieldwork next week,” Ty told him as he let himself be dragged back close to Zane.



“We’ve got to be safer there,” Zane responded wryly as he pressed his forehead to Ty’s and brushed his nose against Ty’s cheek.



Ty laughed, the sound rich and honest and carefree. True to form, all the problems and hangups and issues that had been thrown at them had already slid right off his back, and the Ty Grady Zane knew so well was here with him again, alive and well, and they were together. Now Zane had every reason he needed to get himself straightened out.



No way was he going to fuck it up.